Why not hope?

Why not invite happiness in?

Leaving behind the dark days of second – hand soup – and yes my heart did sink, when he said that yesterday’s soup was tonight’s dinner, but even then I hoped that things would get better, but knew that perhaps no. Confirmed when we sat opposite one another on stiff backed chairs with a plank of wood between us.

A perfectly clean house filled with a museum of collectables . I was allowed to view a catalogue that begged praise.

And yet very little was asked of me but whether I liked the things he liked, it became an interview of sorts.  Later I listened to stories of his love for another…should have left then, stepped out the door and invited a different story in. Instead too polite I sat on the stiff chair, listening, my back aching eating the cheese I’d bought, followed by second hand soup.

I choose to invite a loving and abundant world where you stand equal,

not flattened by drivel of requests for saucy details and imagined performances and angry unanswered texts.

And so I am leaving behind insincerity, and those that would believe that they are doing you a favour to grace you with their fabulousness, I choose not to become something for a collection…

Age is not just a number if you lie about it…and you look like an older Richard Clapton and dye your hair black; just no! I am sure the Archangel he told me he saw at 15 would disapprove but then, he said he was an alien too!

You can say no and rather choose joy than grey and rise above it and keep hope alive.

A hopeful world with no gameplay just an is and perhaps an us.

Keep being the best you, because you are beautiful and kind and smart and funny. Shut off those voices and value yourself, be a better friend.

Why not hope?

Because you know dear reader, how much we humans like to dwell on the cracks and the flaws,

With me hope shines a million times brighter than hate and rejection ever can.